Spitting the blood that swelled into his mouth to the side, it was a mixture of his own and Kouzuki’s. It was interesting to see the other man get so physical, considering Hanzo recalled him being quite the coward when it came to raw violence. He was the ‘slip poison into gracious wine’ type - the only reason he took a shot at him now was because the person he was striking had little means to fight back.
Hanzo’s eyes dart to his brother, seeing him practically beaming with pride. He knew full well Genji wouldn’t be effected by the insults, but that didn’t mean he was gonna let the old man get away with spouting them so freely. His lips twitch up a bit, almost chuckling when he hears the enhanced electronic drone his brother so spitefully slipped into his voice.
Kouzuki’s attention turns to Genji when he speaks, a glare settling as he stands and moves closer to the machination of a fallen Shimada.
“I fail to see anyone resembling the sparrow in this room, only a makeshift creation in his image. Genji died with honor when he didn’t deserve it, much like Lord Shimada would have wanted,” he says even when he knows the insults aren’t effecting him as much as he’d like. “I never feared him. He let his emotions get in the way of his work, of our work. Hanzo did the right thing, no manipulation involved. If anything he’s been manipulated by outsiders pretending they know what’s best for him – “
“Stop speaking of me like I’m a child, Kouzuki,” a bit of blood still dripped from Hanzo’s lips still. “I can’t sleep at night knowing the things I’ve done for this clan - and you dare stand there and preach like you know what’s best? I’d trust a wild wolf before I ever trusted you again.”
Despite the words against him, Kouzuki smiles, chuckles even, though it’s very bitter, “You ended up so much like your father even with every barrier we placed to keep that fate from you,” he looks back at Genji, “you became your mother and that is a far worse fate.”
“I’d hate to spoil anything for you boys - but I think you’ll find it far more difficult to be so disobedient when we’re done with you both,” he moves to the door, sighing as he leans against the doorframe, “It’s unfortunate that things came to this…but it seems we have no other choice. We won’t let the dragons be used for anything but our deeds from now on.”
He’s gone after the final word. Hanzo’s eyes dart to Genji, “He’s lying. He has to be.”
The words are only words. Genji has endured them in some form or other in the past, usually from his own mind. Kouzuki throws them his way, and Genji sits serenely. His mind drifts from the conversation, paying enough attention that he won’t forget what’s being said but not enough that the abuse will sting. Instead, he hears Zenyatta’s voice in his mind, calming him. Talking him through. Be at ease.
Hanzo’s voice pulls him back to the moment, and Genji once more focuses, his full attention concentrated on both sides of the conversation. Kouzuki’s threats are troubling, and Genji remains silent, not speaking another word until Kouzuki leaves. He immediately turns to face Hanzo, mind whirling with this new information. “I do not know, Hanzo,” Genji says wearily, “I was a part of the Shimada-gumi’s dismantlement five years ago. I know a lot of what was going on with them; I know that there was talk of them joining forces with an organization called Talon...”
He shivers, thinking back on all he knew of that wretched organization. He relays as much of it as he can to Hanzo, including the way they had infiltrated Overwatch by kidnapping and brainwashing the wife of one of their own into a sleeper agent. “If the Shimada-gumi are working with Talon, who’s to say they will not do that to us? Turn us into quiet, obedient heirs, just as they always wanted?”
His tongue clicks, the way it always does when he’s annoyed, and Genji settles into a meditative pose, head bowing. “I am going to try summoning my dragon,” he says. “It would be wise for you to attempt the same.” Genji quiets fully then, slipping into meditation easily, and he searches for that familiar spirit that’s always watching over him. At first, she is impossible to find. The drugs are still working through his system, but eventually, she’s there, swirling, glowing green all around him. He lets out a relieved sigh, allows her strength to course through him, and Genji grunts, strains, and eventually breaks his bonds with little difficulty.
“Idiots,” Genji says, coming back to himself. He still feels Yuu there, knows that she is with him until they have finished this. He flips open the cap of his forearm and shows off the rows of shuriken within. “They took only what they could see from me, but... it is imperative I get Ryuu Ichimonji back, and you need Storm Bow. We should attempt reconnaissance as we retrieve our weapons and see if we can find out what their plans are.” He pauses, head tilting as he stands. “Did they answer you, anija?”
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